The corridors in the test area are neat and clean. Instead, the attire of Della Lennion's body was more suitable for the combat zone - the sloppy middle-aged man ruffled his hair and yawned again. The thick carved metal door slammed shut behind him.
"Do you have anything to do with me?" he repeated vaguely.
The wide sleeves covered Mora's clenched fists. Since leaving the village with Randy, she had forgotten how many people they had killed. Mora has long been accustomed to hiding in the shadows like a cat of prey, reaping lives calmly and swiftly. This breathless experience is almost new.
This was the superior demon they had managed to find, the third in fourteen years. She must be careful not to make the other party feel unhappy. After confirming that no one was around, the female killer carefully lifted the disguise.
"Lord Della Laineen." Mora lowered her head, not breathing too hard.
Della Lane raised his eyebrows, glanced casually at the other's pocket, and murmured casually.
"I hope to make a deal with you." Mora didn't have the sharp breath at the beginning, and sounded extraordinarily docile. "You may have heard of us—'Sancho's Grey Fox'."
"'Sancho's grey fox'." Della Laineen pressed her forehead, "I have an impression, a killer who refuses to meet people... But if my information is correct, the grey fox should be a man."
"I will never lie to you, my lord. We, yes, the two of us can be your swords and help you get rid of anyone cleanly." Mora's tone became softer, as if the person she was talking to was not moody. A superior demon, but a fragile human baby. "We just need a word from you."
"Let's hear it?" The demon was noncommittal.
"...hope you'll admit us."
"What?" Della Lennion licked her ears, "I just seemed to be distracted."
"I hope you can admit us from the bottom of your heart." The female killer swallowed, "My lover and I are cursed, we need to… "
"Need the blessing of the superior demon?" The demon sneered, "I'm so sorry, lovely lady. I can't help you with this."
The high-ranking demon of the Wither Castle, Delarion. They have been investigating this clue for eight years, but unfortunately no one knows where the Withered Castle is. That damn building will move its position from time to time. After confirming the credibility of the intelligence, Randy was deliberately imprisoned, his strength was placed there, and he was picked by the gatekeeper without any suspense.
Dangerous and crazy, they know it. Their adventure proved worthwhile, and she did find someone who fit the description. But the devil was not at all vigilant after being dismantled, and even accurately stated the solution to the curse when she was just about to explain, it was like...
Mora stopped breathing, she stood quietly in the distance, there was no pain or disappointment on her face, but her voice was a little trembling: "I... Can I know the reason?"
"I'll think about it, I'll think about it. The devil who 'cursed' you, if you remember--isn't she braided, freckled, and carrying a fruit basket full of apples?"
Mora stared closely at the demon in front of her, bit her lower lip, and nodded very lightly.
"Oh, it seems to have happened - it's been fourteen years." Della Lenien scratched her cheek, "The reason? It's very simple, that demon is me. Why would I destroy the spell I cast myself? "
really.
The muscles on Mora's face twitched, and her pretty face twisted slightly. She stared at the "middle-aged man" in front of her in disbelief, her breathing suddenly became extraordinarily rapid.
"It's really interesting, that experiment didn't fail completely. I just randomly selected a hundred people as a sample, and some people really persisted until now. I thought 'Sancho's Grey Fox' was a talent specially trained by an organization or group, I didn't expect..." The demon gave an eager smile. "It turned out to be just the miller's daughter and the blacksmith's son, I remember correctly? Maura Rodri and Randy Panther. Ouch, human beings grow up so fast. "
"Why?" This time Mora's voice was suddenly cold, and the originally soft eyes instantly mixed into sharp thorns. There was no more politeness in her tone. "We were only fifteen years old at the time."
That was the question they had been unable to figure out, the unexplainable malice.
"Yeah, the oath of a young human being. Immature emotions." Della Reinen spread her hands, her voice languid. "So it's an experiment. On one side, there is a decisive separation, which produces a little regretful memory, and on the other side is an abyss. The other ninety-eight people have made the most reasonable choices, but the two of you... No wonder the success rate of the gray fox is so high. Gao, you wouldn't expect to be on guard against two killers at the same time. You used that curse in turn, didn't you? Well done! What a rare sample."
"Let me guess. The reason why you didn't go to be the black chapter, and stepped directly into the most chaotic business... Is it to find my compatriots faster?"
Maura didn't answer, she took a slow step back.
"If you want to take the dragon's breath stone in your pocket." Della Lenien scratched his scalp, "you don't have to, killing me won't solve any problems. I'll pay a body price at most, but your face The right one will be the Withered Castle, which is completely under martial law. That little boy was here too, you have to think about him."
"You will tell us." Mora lowered his body's center of gravity, and his hand had already touched the stone blade full of runes.
"Oh, I can guarantee that. I won't." The demon seemed to be in a good mood and touched the wall with one hand. "As I said, you are precious samples, and it would be too boring to end like this."
Mora hesitated for half a second, and within that half a second. The magic shield that fell from the corridor completely separated the two.
"Why us?" Mora hissed, punching the translucent shield. "Although we were young at that time, we definitely didn't offend you."
"Look at what you said, it's like I hate you—" The demon turned his back in a careless manner, showed his back, and started to move towards the room where he was. "Aren't you doing the exact same thing back then?"
Maura opened her eyes.
Of course she remembered what they were doing at that time. She wanted a butterfly, so she and Randy caught one. She had forgotten what the butterfly looked like, and only remembered that it had very beautiful wings.
Like all teenagers who like to collect treasures, they carefully put it in the glass bottle and admired the way it danced in the bottle - they even liked it a little.
But if it dies, it's not a big deal worth mentioning.
"Like you, I'm just observing and appreciating." The demon waved his hand and walked away slowly. "Goodbye, sweet little girl."
Maura was still standing, she didn't make a sound. Just standing there, slowly regaining the disguise.
Gotta find another one, she thought numbly. They have to find the next superior demon.
She tasted despair for the first time. Unlike the butterfly, at least they and the devil can communicate in words, and she thought they would have a chance, a chance to understand the pain - even if the other party can only understand a little bit of fur, it's enough for a curse.
But do they really have a chance? Fourteen years ago, they were lucky in the first six years. They found two superior demons on the most chaotic battlefield, and barely saved their lives under the ridicule of the other party. This time it was eight years, what about the next time
Human lifespan itself is not long, and the average lifespan of killers is even shorter. She didn't have any great desires, she just wanted to shake his hand, even if it was just a moment.
Yes, no hope, but not total despair either. The demon just lit a candle in front of the moths and waited eagerly for them to plant in. She even hoped that the other party was malicious, not this... hopeless "interest".
Mora quickened her pace.
They have to get out of here quickly, she thought. It's not time to give up. After all, no matter what, they can only go on—until one of them truly loves the other. What a peaceful relief that would have been, but unfortunately she hasn't been successful so far.
"Della! Where have you just been?" the bespectacled manager asked dissatisfiedly.
The research room was a mess, and people were making noises. The light screen displaying Oliver Ramon's body data was enlarged, and all the researchers in red robes were squeezing in front of the light screen, looking like fresh blood from the wound from a distance.
"Toilet." Della Lenien slumped back to the stack of books, "What, did you find anything new?"
"That kid's magic value is close to the upper limit of surface creatures, my God." The red-robed old man muttered in disbelief, "Although it's not something that hasn't happened before... But how old is he? He's still a pure human being!"
"You guys study slowly." The demon remained calm and did not intend to share his findings.
"I asked him over, and I'm still going through the procedure." The management of the test area was flushed and rubbed his hands happily. "That experimental program can continue again! Thanks Chenni, I have taken over for so many years, but no suitable material has appeared yet."
"...It's obviously a blasphemous plan, is it okay for you to thank him like this?" The old man in the red robe seized every opportunity to choke, "Della, you said—"
"I don't know anything." The demon buried himself in the pile of books, "You continue."
And just as the two researchers turned their disappointed eyes away, the demon burrowed out of the pile of books again.
"No, no. You just mentioned it not long ago! There's not much room for the flesh and blood furnace, right?" The sloppy middle-aged man casually picked up the report in the stack of books, "If I were you, I would add a few more tests to ensure that This person's willpower is absolutely qualified."
"Look at how miserable he is. He hasn't killed anyone so far, he's qualified."
"He's not the first to insist on this, let me see... Isn't there another 1,326 people who have done this before? You threw them all into the furnace, and it turned out that there was no progress." The devil Lazily waving the report in his hand.
The old man tugged at his beard, lost in thought.
Then he spoke, in a tone full of enthusiasm and eagerness, without the slightest bit of bitter malice. "Dera is right," he said excitedly, "it's valuable material after all... Then add an extra one."
"One-on-one, life-and-death battle. Who is the strongest now besides Ramon?... Very good, very good. If there is an intersection, it would be even better."
Della Lenien twitched the corners of his mouth.
"The procedure with the combat zone will take three days, right? Then in three days, let him and Randy Panther come alone."
The Garland border at the moment.
Although it was late at night, the border town of Noe was much busier than usual. Since the mutation in the frontier forest, in addition to the army and visitors from various religions, adventurers have traveled far and wide to watch the fun. Business is particularly good around here, and while the odd cocoon has been around for quite some time, it hasn't had any bad effects—whatever.
At first, some cowards hurriedly evacuated with their belongings behind their backs, but everything was still terribly peaceful. Except for a few stubborn guys, most of them slipped back in despair, determined to seize this precious opportunity to make money.
The more daring even dared to pull a car near the warning areas of various religious groups.
Although Frontier Forest is on the border between Alban and Garland, the location is a bit awkward. Fortunately, both countries support the same religion, and there is less friction between them, so they won't be too caring at the moment. Alban's Bishop of Discipline and his Judgment Knights were stationed in Road Sign Town, and in the past few days, countless magic circles have been arranged around.
The knights of trial tried to persuade people to evacuate, but unfortunately there was no strong factual support, and the religious atmosphere in Lubiao Town was really not strong. The local townspeople have long been accustomed to running back and forth under the warning of demon invasion, and the number of evacuees is far less than the number of people watching the fun.
Could it be that the people of the Rad Sect say that this is the cocoon of the devil, and that is it? No one has ever seen Devil's Cocoon, but good business is right under their noses. In front of the golden coins, no one wants to stop for an ethereal guess.
Taking advantage of the current chaotic situation, the Tumbleweed Black Chapter Group infiltrated Lubiao Town very smoothly. It's a pity that although the past few days have been smooth, the team is not very lively. Compared with the harmonious atmosphere before, the conversation between teammates has become less and less.
Not surprising, Nemo thought bitterly. He is consciously speaking less and staying away from his companions. And his attitude is like this, except for individual players, others are even more cautious.
With the information provided by Nemo, the female warrior and the knight commander went to search for the abyss cultivator who had summoned the deadwood jellyfish. Jesse dragged the grey parrot, and did not know which corner to go to buy something to eat.
And again he acted alone.
He didn't want to make the time before farewell so heavy, but Nemo knew it very well. It's no use deepening feelings at a time like this—two veteran fighters will soon be able to catch the culprit who summoned the deadwood jellyfish, and send the culprit where he really should be.
There are two tasks of his own - to solve the problem of the devil's cocoon and rescue Oliver.
Then he will leave them forever.
Nemo pondered a myriad of possibilities, but each approached the same way. To complete these two tasks, it is impossible for him not to expose himself. Even if he is not a demon king, he will be noticed by the outside world as a truly powerful superior demon.
At least in the end, he didn't want to implicate his companions.
,Wonderful!
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